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18. Druid Deserters

"The half-demon should not attack humans on a large scale for the time being, but this time will not be too long, and the specific time is not sure, but I can be sure of one thing." After saying this, Master Shan's voice gradually became darker, and his face became grim.

A little pale.

"One thing I can be sure of is that if you stay here for too long, you will never be able to get out!" Shan Ye said this, his voice has become a little hoarse. He thought of the hundreds of half-demon people. It doesn't take too much,

It only takes thirty or forty half-demon men to massacre the entire Tongzhong Town.

After careful calculation, Shan Ye has killed two half-demon, but he definitely won with difficulty. After all, his level is low, his attributes are low, and he has no skills, so he cannot resist the strong fighting power of the half-demon.

A trace of fear flashed in Doris's beautiful eyes, and she tightened the blanket tightly. Her slender knuckles were a little pale due to the exertion, and she gritted her teeth and said: "Speed ​​up, throw away the ones you can't sell, and we'll set off immediately!"

Just as Master Shan was about to tell Doris to leave for a while if he had something to do, a lazy voice interrupted him.

"Are you Sam? I'm here to kill you!" The voice was hoarse and low, as if he was inviting someone to have lunch with him.

Shan Ye was shaken violently, as if there was a humanoid monster standing behind him. The pressure was like the sky, making it impossible for Shan Ye to move. Just as he was about to desperately transform, the pressure disappeared like running water.

"Hoo~! Hoo~!" He squeezed his lungs hard and gasped for air. Shan Ye was secretly shocked, "So strong". He was much better than a half-demon. Before he saw the enemy, Shan Ye was killed by the monster.

He was so depressed that he couldn't move, and the bones and joints in his body groaned unbearably, making Mr. Shan unable to even think of resisting.

After twisting his stiff body hard, Mr. Shan finally saw the person clearly.

Big nose, very big, red rosacea, this is the first impression of Mr. Shan. There is a sour smell of alcohol coming from the nasal cavity that is so strong that it is almost substantial.

He is of medium height, with dirty clothes, a square face, and messy hair. He looks like he was fished out of a wine vat. But this drunkard who should be lying in a smelly ditch on the side of the road, mumbling the names of prostitutes, is just standing there lazily.

When Master Shan stood in front of him, he felt a pressure as strong as a mountain.

"Okay, let's stop playing. I'll kill you and I'll be completely free of you!" After the drunkard finished speaking, his eyes condensed, and a flash of green lightning flashed in his eyes, followed by an emerald green halo, as the drunkard stepped forward,

It slowly overflowed from his body.

A waterfall-like emerald green halo overflowed from the drunkard's dirty body, carrying a strong smell of vegetation. The surrounding weeds seemed to have been injected with chicken blood and grew like crazy.

The halo spread to about two meters and became unsustainable. A trace of sadness flashed in the drunkard's brown eyes and disappeared immediately.

It shrank and swelled violently, and the overflowing emerald green halo gradually turned from illusory to solid, surrounding the drunkard, forming an emerald green aperture. On the surface of the aperture, there were sharp thorn-like corners.

It's so sharp that just looking at it gives you the illusion of being stabbed.

Master Shan was stunned by the magical scene in front of him, because he discovered that this aperture-like thing looked familiar.

"Are you... the bramble light?" Shan Ye decided to take a gamble. No matter his transformation or the little inventory on his body, he was no match for the person in front of him. If he guessed correctly...

The drunkard's lazy eyes froze for a moment, then his face changed dramatically, and a green light surged out of his eyes, stretching and contracting, looking extremely terrifying.

"Suddenly" there was a sound of clothes hunting, and the strong smell of wine that could not be dissipated surged in. A weak arm pinched Shan Ye's neck tightly, and the green light in the brown-yellow eyes almost hurt.

On Mr. Shan’s face.

"Do you know about the aura of thorns?" The drunkard's breathing was rapid, and the green light in his eyes expanded and contracted much faster.

It has been so many years since I heard this familiar name. It was only when I was in the clan that the drunkard heard the elder mention the name of this halo. The drunkard still remembered the elder's look of nostalgia and recollection, and he talked to himself about that year.

The power of druids.

Drunkards are druids, a very rare fighting race on the mainland. They can control plants, transform into ferocious monsters, and even legendary dragons.

But God also made a joke to the Druid clan. If you want to gain powerful transformation ability, you must fuse the crystal core of Warcraft. There is no doubt that Warcraft is powerful, and the most demanding thing is that the fusion crystal core must be dug out by yourself. No matter

Whether you buy it or obtain the crystal core with the help of others, it will arouse the resentment of the dying monster. This resentment will greatly increase the difficulty of fusion, and even fuse into a monster that looks like a human but not a human, like a beast but not a beast.

If you want to become a strong man, you must have the consciousness of death. And this drunkard escaped from that terrifying trial because he was afraid of death. The loss of the opportunity allowed his talent in natural magic to be displayed.

But nature is the fairest. Because they are timid and evade trials, even if they have extraordinary plant talent, they still cannot truly gain the favor of plants. Therefore, the alcoholic's aura of thorns may look scary, but in fact it mostly contains elements of bluffing.

But even a druid deserter still gave Shan Ye the idea of ​​being invincible, which shows how powerful the druid is.

After listening to Shan Ye's specious explanation, the green light in the drunkard's eyes slowly dimmed. He took a sip of strong drink with a lonely expression, and Ma Zhe's voice regained its calmness: "Since you only know it by chance, it doesn't mean anything.

Come on, let’s send you on your way quickly so that I can go back and drink early!” The voice was calm.

Bo, in Maghe's eyes, Shan Ye is no longer a useless person. He slowly raised his arm, bursts of rich green light gathered, and a green line as thick as a finger instantly tied up Shan Ye. Shan Ye wanted to dodge,

But his agility was not enough. The opponent just shook his fingers and blocked all Shan Ye's escape routes.

The green light gradually solidified and turned into a yellow and hard rattan covered with thorns. The sharp thorns pierced Shan Ye's skin, causing waves of tingling. Shan Ye's face turned blue, and it was secretly poisonous.

Everyone around had already fled when the drunkard was covered with green light. Only Betsy and Doris, who could not move, remained in place. Doris wanted to run away, but her thigh injury made her unable to run away, while Betsy could not.

He was frightened by the sudden appearance of the strange uncle. It was not until he saw his brother Sam being tied up that he cried and rushed towards Sam. He used his thin and pale hands to try hard to free the yellow vine that tied his brother.

open.

The thorns cut her little hand, but Betsy still didn't know it. In the end, she used all her little white teeth. It looked a little ridiculous, but it made Mr. Shan feel sour.

Shanye didn't want to reveal his transformation in front of everyone, but when things got to this point, it was irreversible and he had no choice but to risk his life.
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